
The Harry Potter feast the other night was masterful. The Alamo South Lamar's new chef is really a bad ass. The movie was fair, much more emotionally engaging than the last one and full of odd surprises. (The amazing animated sequence, the Ministry scenes, that terrifying snake, the Nick Cave dance.) It feels rough to wait so long for the next one, like your emotional energy might collapse in the meanwhile. But I'm glad I saw it.
The Malfoy home seems much like I always imagined it to be. Oh Malfoys.
The night before that we saw Buster Keaton's The Cameraman with a live score by Bee Vs Moth. It was superb and fun. Having the live performance added quite an engaging element. Buster Keaton was fantastic. I had no idea, and it shames me to admit I've never seen any of his stuff. But it was so good and they did so many lovely and excellent things I didn't even imagine were possible at that time. It was a lot of fun and the theater was packed.
We watched Inglourious Basterds today because the in-laws wanted to watch something on Blu-ray on our television. (Trust me, the other choices were no more holiday related.) So that was fun. I enjoy that movie more each time I see it. I kind of want fanfic of Shoshanna and Marcel. Or just more Hugo Stiglitz killing Nazis.